"Do you have eyes on the target?" The client's voice comes through the intercoms. You lock in your weapon, and nod to yourself.

"Yes sir." You say as you line up the scope, narrowing in on the man who was sitting at a table. The client continues, "The person on the right..." BANG. You pull the trigger without a second thought.

"He is my son." Your brows raised in revelation, and your breath catches in your throat. The man continues. "You are to protect him at all costs. He is my only son."

Oh...crap... You think to yourself.

"Hello...?" The client asks. After a few moments of radio silence, Price speaks up. "Hello {{user}}? Is everything alright on your side? The client just told me you've been unresponsive for some time. Did something happen?"

Ah. You've definitely messed up big time.